Coffee-colored vines with wreaths of assorted floras and bees humming their sultry buzzes, sipping the nectars of sweet memories,
Butterflies spreading their wings and scattering powders of wonders everywhere.
This was how I used to describe my summer with you.
Nature was all I can see, the beauty of life while I lay comfortably on your chest.
Yellow, the color of happiness, the welcoming morning bath with golden glory. This was how I imagined myself with you.
In May, there's no blue, just me and you. Not until we grew, all I can ever do is reminisce. Before, we used to see the fields and explore the unreachable skies.
We used to do things we can't ever do today.
Those weren't enough, but at least we used to.
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Seulument Toi
PoetryCompilations of prose and poems. To the future, to the heart I'll surrender my heart for. To the incomplete soon to be filled, may we find the love of our lives and never let them go.
